Tuesday Poetics and we're asked to
write a poem incorporating a word
ending in "less" and engendering
hopefulness for the Advent season
I've reflected on the seasons of life.
Submitted to dVerse
December 2, 2019
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Dark clouds scud across obsidian skies
Harbingers of winter winds and lonely nights
When the restless heart begins to count
Too many wrongs to make a right
Soon snow will fall and cover ugly
Bad times and bad dreams fade away
Time for sitting by the fireplace
Finding solace in the light of day
Having learned a lot about forgiveness
For all the wrongs that once caused misery
Lessons learned and second chances
Come at last with age and set us free.
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
You capture the melancholy greyness of the season so well here, Beverly. And then you inject the warm fireplace and a path to a brighter place. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem. You take us from the cold of winter to the warmth of the fire.
ReplyDeleteI liked your opening line Beverly. It really set the tone and mood of your poem. I loved it!
ReplyDeleteI love the image in the opening line, Bev, a warning of long, cold nights, contrasted with the glint of warmth in the fireplace and the light of day.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of winter as a time of reflection, for us and for the world, I guess.
ReplyDeleteWhen the restless heart begins to count
ReplyDeleteToo many wrongs to make a right
I love that phrase. You too bring the hearth to the heart of the matter.
Winter does calm the restless heart, and give us perspective, which increases with age. Well put.
ReplyDeleteGood description of restlessness as counting "Too many wrongs to make a right".
ReplyDeleteI think you bring up the best aspect of winter... if there would only be snow to cover
ReplyDeleteI love your images of winter, restlessness, and age. Beautiful, Bev!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, enjoyed reading.
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